I suck at taking decisions. It goes from the infantile decision as to what colour nail polish I wear, to the more dramatic decisions like to when I want to get married and if I want to be hitched. It also goes from the puerile what time do I get up on a holiday to the do I want to be knocked up. And I still haven't made my reunion decision yet. School days were the worst days of my life. Yet I made two very close friends... at least we were close enough then. It was what made my schooldays better. The two friends. And we were a trio. A funny trio too. I can safely say we were also a brilliant trio, probably the best academic trio. And yet there was no envy. We were happy coming 1st, 2nd, or 3rd. Because that's what we always did. Sometimes it was my time to be 1st, sometimes it was my time to be 2nd. And yet we never ever competed against each other, only helped, talked a whole lot too. And we were one happy trio. I don't know what it was that balanced us out. My guess is that I did. And we were so different, and yet we stuck. But I thought that since it's been 20 years, the other two have forgotten what it was like. They both got married, had children.... I am left on the wayside of the sitting pretty. So now I am like an alien. The also both were scientifically-driven people, while I am artistic right down to my pores. So I nearly decided not to go to this damn reunion. Until I got a message which shocked me and made me cry. It said...
Hello AnnMarie you have to come to the reunion you can't leave me alone with a gaggle of girls. I promise you I won't get my tits out to breastfeed :)
I would say I would have felt almost the same way as you about school life (except for the uniform) but then I met you in the last 3 years so my life changed and I left with a warm glow.
Geeze, if I had balls they would have stood up to attention. But since I haven't, then I did the girliest thing on the planet... cry. So my friend remembers. And it seems she remembers very well indeed. Well, what did I think I'd get out of a beautiful brain like hers? I wonder about the other. It's been so long. And I keep getting messages, phone calls, all with the same issue, come on girl Wach you gonna do?!
